The divination tool that appears in front of everyone's eyes is not a duster stained with feathers; It's not about painting strange symbols on the ground; Instead of shaking a special copper coin with a turtle shell, it is an iron pot.

Underneath the iron pot was a huge iron bucket with charcoal burning inside. The boiling heat wave made the somewhat cold felt bag suddenly warm. The pitch-black iron pot was filled with a pot of oil, and as the temperature rose, the calm oil surface was filled with oil.

Huyantuo was suspicious, and glanced coldly at Jechile next to him.

Jechile hurriedly smiled and said softly, "Hmm... Central Plains divination is like this. ”

Tang An took in the small movements of the two, and secretly sneered in his heart.

In the past few days, he has been thinking for a long time, how can he show the divination technique that matches his "Great Shaman of the Central Plains"? After thinking about it, the tricks commonly used in the rivers and lakes came into his sight.

This kind of deception looks magical, but in fact, the principle is extremely simple, just like the "oil pot hand washing" that Tang An is preparing to use now, but he first pours a certain amount of white vinegar into the pot in advance, and then pours in the oil, because the white vinegar is denser and will not melt with each other, so when the white vinegar reaches the boiling point, the temperature of the oil is not high, and it looks as if the whole pot of "oil" is completely boiling.

After a while, a wave of heat can be felt in every corner of the felt bag. In the narrow felt bag, the heat of the iron bucket quickly escapes, but it gives the impression that the source of this "heat" is as if the oil in the iron pot in front of you is the same.

The oil is rolling, turning up the oil bones.

Tang An secretly said that the time had come, closed his eyes and folded his hands, and shouted "wow", which scared the other three people in the room.

I saw that he began to dance with his hands in a hurry, pointing his arms to the sky for a while, and then prostrate himself on the ground, and the whole person posed in strange shapes, and his mouth was still vibrating, muttering a language that no one could understand. At first glance, it really has a bit of the smell of the great shaman's opening of the altar.

As if in order to relieve Huyantuo's doubts, Yechile, who had long been convinced of Tang An's ability, attached to the former's ear: "This is the great shaman communicating with the immortal heaven, and in order to spy on the heavenly opportunity, our shaman will pay three years of life." ”

Hu Yantuo nodded, his face solemn, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

Feeling that it was almost time to pretend to be a ghost, Tang An shouted again, making everyone tremble again.

He came to the hot oil pot, put his fingers into his palms, and slowly stretched out his hand like an oil pot!

Huyantuo's face changed drastically, and he said, "He... What's to be done? ”

No one answered, and no one could find a reasonable explanation for this strange picture that humans could not imagine. In Jechile's opinion, this may be the price to pay for understanding fate, but he could not imagine that this stranger, whom he had never known, would pay the price of one hand in order to save his life.

Good buddy, righteous enough!

Tang An took a deep breath and inserted his hand directly into the "oil". Tang An, who had already done several experiments, did not feel nervous at all, the whole pot of oil looked extremely hot, but in fact it was only 40 degrees, and the heat was very comfortable.

Everyone only felt that their hearts were beating to their throats, and they couldn't help but gasp. What kind of pain do you have to endure when you shake the hot "oil" with your flesh and blood?

Strangely, Tang An neither screamed nor had a painful expression, still quietly closed his eyes, chanting "spells" in pieces.

Suddenly, Tang An suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the surface of the oil pot with a solemn expression, as if he had seen one picture after another of the Immortal Heaven's guidance. The three people in the back craned their necks, but they could see nothing but the reflection of the broken felt top from the oil surface.

After a long time, Tang An finally took out his hand, and to everyone's surprise, that hand was still as smooth as jade, and there was nothing wrong with it!

Huyantuo took a deep breath, and the doubts in his eyes disappeared little by little, and like Jerchile, only a deep shock remained on his face.

How could the scene in front of him make him suspicious?

"This situation and this scene can be called a miracle!" Ali admired his eyes, and secretly glad that he didn't choose to go against Tang An, otherwise he would have already become a white bone on the prairie.

Tang An's face was a little haggard, and he said, "You can carry the oil pot out." ”

Just kidding, the smell of white vinegar will spread after burning, so that it doesn't make people suspicious.

Jechile immediately sent two warriors to carry the oil pot away, and asked eagerly, "Lord Shaman, how is it?" ”

Tang An waved his hand, and suddenly his face was full of pain with a "hmm", his tongue crushed the bag that had been hidden in his mouth, and sheep blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

But in the eyes of everyone, this is clearly the "consequence" caused by excessive snooping on the heavens.

Huyantuo took a step forward and said, "Lord Shaman, are you alright?" ”

Tang An waved his hand, sat down with a sigh, and said, "City Lord, the situation is not optimistic. I was guided by the Immortal Heaven and saw the calamity caused by the man in black. ”

"Calamity?" Everyone said in unison.

Tang An nodded: "I saw an extremely beautiful woman with a desperate expression... There was also an old man's hideous smile... An army that fought bravely... A city on fire... Then, I saw you, Lord of the Castle, standing in the middle of the city covered in blood, slowly falling down to the sky..."

A simple remark, but it caused an uproar.

The pictures he said sounded a little confusing to Jechil and Ali, but Huyanta, who was already familiar with the plan of the Great Elder, heard it clearly, and his face turned pale immediately.

The desperate beauty and the hideous-looking old man were naturally Ling Bingyan and the Great Elder, and it was not difficult to analyze through the picture that the Great Elder finally achieved his goal and successfully assassinated the Divine Martial Sect Master.

And the army that fought bravely must be the Huns and Tiele people, which was also in the original plan. When the big man who is extremely important to the Xia Kingdom dies, there is always a need to take responsibility for the dead ghosts, and Tiele people are undoubtedly the best candidates. As for who is behind the scenes, isn't there enough room for imagination?

The only thing that surprised him was his own death in the end. It's right to think about it, I know such an important secret, the safest way is to kill people, I only blame myself for being too naïve, thinking that if I become the henchman of the Great Elder, I will rise step by step in the future.

How could a person who could come up with such a ruthless scheme let a confidant of his own live in the world safely?

Thinking of this, Huyantuo's cold sweat trickled down. He had no doubt about the authenticity of Tang An's words, because he was just a Han man whom Ali met by chance on the way, and it was impossible for him to know the arrangement of the Great Elder, and the only thing that could be explained was that he had seen the most real "picture" of the future.

This picture is not as beautiful as I imagined, on the contrary, it is full of death. I thought I had found a road to heaven, but who knew that it was a netherworld road to hell.

Huyantuo swallowed his saliva and said, "Dare to ask the shaman, this bureau... Is there a way to crack it? ”

Looking at Huyanta's appearance, we know that he has believed most of it. Tang Anxin was secretly happy, pretended to sigh, and said: "I have also thought about this problem, so I took the risk to ask the divine envoy, how can I save the lives of the Hun warriors?" The oracle said something ambiguous, and I was too stupid to figure out what it meant. ”

"What?" Huyantuo asked nervously.

Tang An's face was "memorial": "He said... All evils come from the source, and all glory comes from the source..."

After speaking, Tang An tentatively glanced at Hu Yantuo, only to see the latter's thoughtful expression on his face, obviously thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

The source of the entire plan, who else could there be besides the Great Elder of the Divine Martial Sect?

If Hu Yantuo can be ruthless and kill the Great Elder, the situation in front of him will naturally be solved. The leader of the Shenwu Sect is dead, and the goal of the Huns has been achieved, if they can kill the saint again, it is almost a sure thing that the evil will ascend to the throne. With his ambiguous attitude towards the Huns, it was enough to meet the needs of the Huns for a puppet to take the throne.

In this way, the Great Elder has become a dispensable person to the Xiongnu. The loss of an ambitious conspirator would have made the Hun Khan more at ease.

Then, according to the original plan, the Tiele people were annihilated in one fell swoop, and when the time came, he lied that the Great Elder colluded with the Tiele people to act as the Shenwu Sect Master, and the Huns rose up, avenged the Sect Master, and quelled the rebellion of the Tiele people in Eastern Xinjiang. Even if the Xiongnu Khan knew that the result was contrary to the plan, he would not blame him in the slightest, but would reuse this hero who was enough to make the entire Xia Kingdom respect.

Watching Hu Yantuo's eyes gradually brighten, Tang An had a smile on the corner of his mouth that had succeeded in conspiracy. He knew that Huyantuo had seen the "beautiful blueprint" he had planned for him.

The most difficult thing in this world is the human heart, especially people with mixed thoughts, as long as they get a little "hint", they will become richer and richer in the plot they speculate.

Now, Tang An has planted a seed in Huyantuo's heart, and the nutrient for it to take root and grow vigorously is time. Every day, Huyantuo would spend his days in suspicion, and as long as he was suspicious, he would inevitably leave a way out for himself.

Tang An arched his hand and said: "There is only so much to know, I really hope that the city lord can turn evil into good fortune." ”

Hu Yantuo nodded, revealing a fierce light when he looked at Tang An.

It is terrible to be able to predict the future shaman, and such a person will help him by his side, and he will do no harm, but what if it falls into the hands of the enemy?

At this moment, Huyantuo did understand the murderous intent. On second thought, he could not even predict the end of Dima City, but how could he not predict his own crisis? If you kill him, is it against the will of the Immortal Heaven?

"Huh." Huyantuo laughed a few times, and finally dispelled the idea of killing people. "The shaman's magic is really an eye-opener for Huyantuo. If I can save the day from this disaster, I will definitely thank him in the future! ”

Tang An arched his hand gratefully and said, "So, thank you City Lord." There's a lot more for adults to do, so let's not bother for now. ”

"Walk slowly, two."

Outside the felt bag, Mu Rong, who had been hiding in the dark, was like a cicada lying on a branch, her frosty face was full of nervousness, and when she saw Tang An walking out of the city lord's felt bag with a smile, her tense body finally eased, and the lines at the corners of her eyes gradually softened, like ice and snow melting.

Sighing softly, Mu Rong was inexplicably surprised by the change in his mood, and muttered to himself: "Is he dead or alive, and he is at peace with me?" ”